[Danny is sounding more than a little stressed today. But then, running into creepy fruitloops had a way of doing that to a boy.]

Peter. Hey, Peter Burke. Guy with the mecha-cat? I need to talk to you. Like, right now.

And anyone else who's listening? Mind filling me in on what the heck that fruitloop with white eyes wants?

[Peter sounds bone-freaking-tired, and if you detect a hint of self-loathing in his voice? Well, you win the Kewpie doll and the lifetime supply of turtle wax.]

Dr. Meredith Grey is dead. [A beat to let that sink in.] So unless somebody else is medically trained and hasn't said anything, that leaves the barracks with just the one doctor. If I'm ( Read more... )

[It's been a day or so, and Kes has only just now decided to investigate her 'journal', the strange communications device she woke up with. She peers carefully down at the screen, attempting to ascertain if it's working or not. It appears to be, so she begins to speak.]My name is Kes. I've been told there's no way to leave this place. Is it true ( Read more... )

[A small boy in a battered sheepskin jacket stares solemnly at the video. He pokes at the device, an expression of mild curiosity on his face, before starting to speak in a light British accent.]

Ah, hullo? Is this thing on? Quite a strange little device. The sort of thing James would enjoy taking apart, I should think.

[Will blinks, and ( Read more... )

Alright.

Is there anyone else who wants to yell at me, or have you all gotten it out of your systems? I just don't want to be ambushed with it later.

[Cue Nill just staring into the camera. Her hair has blood streaked on it, and when she holds up her hand, there's a bandage on it. She smiles and waves that bandaged hand, and then taps the hand up against her head, as if she's thinking of something ( Read more... )

[There's a tiny, serious-faced blonde on the comm's little screen, looking somewhat distracted.] Hey. Some of you know me. For those of you who don't, I'm Karrin Murphy. Worked with the Chicago PD back in the world ( Read more... )

I don't feel like wasting your time or mine, so I'm gonna keep this sharp.

In the middle of all this flailing around on the journals, has anybody actually figured out what the hell we're doing here?  Because I don't know about you, but I've got bigger fish to fry.

Let's keep the hocus pocus talk to a minimum.   I'm looking for a real answer, and ( Read more... )

[It's the wee hours of the morning and it's... Actually the first night's sleep Peter's gotten since showing up here that's been anywhere close to decent. So he still looks like hell, just slightly less so at the moment. When he speaks, it's quietly, and he keeps glancing off-screen as if to make sure of something.First things first. I might have ( Read more... )

[ muttered in a kind of quiet voice; ] Never thought I'd see the day Cas would have to teach me how to work a goddamn phone.

S'this thing on? Good. Let's see here, anybody got a head count as far as refugees goes? Like to get an idea of how many people this damn thing sucked in.

[ a long pause, like he's debating with himself over whether ( Read more... )